Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.